She took the hands about her and undid them.
"Go!" she whispered. "Farewell, and the one God, that loves us all, shield thee from harm all the days of thy life!"
A moment and she was gone.
After a while he turned and walked with stumbling feet into the new dawn on Alexandria.
CHAPTER XXII
"IN THE CLOAK OF TWO COLORS"
Marsyas turned on the gilded couch, threw off the light covering and sat up. A Syrian slave thrust aside the heavy drapery over the cancelli, which had been drawn in the atrium while the young man slept.
In the brilliant light of the Roman mid-afternoon, Marsyas looked sleepily at the slave that bowed beside him, and the courier that stood near by.
"A message for thee," the slave said.